Chapter 3
(Sorry this is so short, working on the next chapter)
*Shu's point of view*
One.
The soap bubbled and foamed, miniature perfumed clouds forming around his fingers. It was said that you should scrub your hands for at least ten seconds for them to be properly clean.
Two.
He stared down at the soft white bubbles- they reminded him of Tsukimi's dress from their date a few nights ago. Not that he had much on his mind these days except her- there wasn't one thing that didn't somehow loop back to her.
Three.
He'd found himself drifting off at work at stifling meetings that droned on for hours- where once he would pay attention to everything that was said, he now gazed up at the ceiling or at a unassuming point at the edge of the table, wondering when would be too soon to ask her out again.
Four.
He supposed he could ask Kuranosuke for more help as to what he though Tsukimi would like to do, since he was around her a lot- like going to the aquarium again?- But it seemed that Kuranosuke was never home. He would come home late, back from a night of partying, and then he would be gone in the morning, decked out in a pair of sunglasses and a cup of coffee to go help those weridos with their fashion business, or whatever it was they were trying to do.
Five, six, seven, eight.
He shook his head, looking up into the mirror at his glasses-framed face. He didn't need Kuranosuke's help- he would just do what his heart told him to do.
Nine.
And there was only one thing he felt it must do.
Ten.
He shut off the water, and smiled.